Chapter 114: Mateo... Fuck Him Up

He came up enthusiastically to greet them and said, "My name is Mateo. I don’t think I know this guy. What’s your surname?"

"Dressrosa."

Ryan answered calmly.

"Oh! This bitch who sent me to jail is here... Bitch"

Mateo pointed at Anna and said, "This is my high school classmate. She used to be my girl. Now this bitch is sitting next to you. What a coincidence for us."

Anna’s expression was extremely ugly. As soon as he said that, everyone in the private room changed expressions.

Hammon slammed the table and stood up, shouting angrily, "Fuck you, Mateo. Are you looking for death?"

"Brother Ryan, don’t be angry!!!"

Mateo was clearly drunk and spoke in an explanatory tone. "She really is an old flame. We were only together for a month. Then we broke up!!!"

"I just saw her and came over to take a look. Tsk tsk, she’s even prettier now. Must have been well taken care of by our brother here."

There were already fierce tears glistening in Anna’s eyes. The hand holding her spoon was trembling.

"Fuck you, shut up!"

Pan immediately panicked and slammed the table, cursing.

"Anna, don’t cry. Let’s go first..."

Linda immediately held Anna’s hand and softly comforted her as she was already silently shedding tears.

Ryan didn’t say anything either. He wiped his mouth and said softly, "Pan, if I’ve offended you somewhere, just say it."

"Also, you two. Arranging such a scene for me tonight must have taken some effort."

At that, both Angler and Hammon changed expressions. Angler quickly explained, "Brother, this really isn’t what you think. We didn’t mean that..."

"This, this, he’s drunk and acting crazy. Brother Ryan, don’t sink to his level!"

Pan wasn’t as refined as he appeared. He stepped forward and slapped Mateo, then fiercely tried to drag him away.

"Who told you to send him away!"

Ryan lit a cigarette and said casually, "Pan, you want to say this is a misunderstanding. Guess if I believe you."

"This... Brother Ryan, it really is a misunderstanding!!!"

Pan looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Ryan tapped his cigarette ash and said softly, "From my perspective, would you believe it???"

At that, everyone fell silent.

At this moment, Anna had already lowered her head and was quietly sobbing. Linda kept comforting her, feeling a bit at a loss.

But she said indignantly: "Even if you’re her ex-boyfriend, so what? You shouldn’t say those things."

"Besides, Anna is such a strong person. She wouldn’t cry like this over what you said..."

Mateo was already drunk and muddled, cursing carelessly: "Fuck... acting all pure like some slut. I’m so rich and she still wouldn’t go out with me. I fucked her and she still bled just the same."

Hammon reacted, grinding his teeth: "Your cousin, the one from five years ago who got into a rape case and made your family a mess, right?"

Without even waiting for Pan to explain, Mateo roared: "Rape my ass, it wasn’t my fault, it’s this bitch who didn’t know how to appreciate it, fuck..."

At that, the scene went silent. Ryan asked again: "Pan, so tonight’s dinner was to humiliate my woman?"

"No no, Brother Ryan, I really didn’t know!!"

Pan explained in a panic.

Ryan silently stubbed out his cigarette and said softly: "Now, there’s no need to explain anymore!!!"

With that, Ryan stood up and said: "Anna, crying isn’t your character. If you were bullied back then, now you have the means to get revenge."

"This, Brother Ryan, you..."

Pan panicked immediately.

Ryan stepped forward and smiled eerily: "Pan, honestly, hold him down for me!!!"

"And you two, whether this dinner was intentional or not, you’ve caused me so much discomfort, at the very least you owe me an explanation."

Ryan said with sharp eyes: "Hammon, Angler. If you don’t want trouble, you can leave now."

The exchange of glances was almost instantaneous, so fast that others might not even notice it had happened.

One was someone who relied on Pan’s family’s old ties, sheltered by Pan’s mother, a good-for-nothing who loved causing trouble, not even qualifying as a rich second generation.

The other was a true big spender who could casually throw tens of millions, buying luxury homes in full payment for his woman, and even without counting those two homes, just the money for a fully paid Ferrari was enough to shock people.

The difference was immediately clear...

Moreover, tonight was arranged by Angler, and the venue was Pan’s place. Making a scene like this was slapping both of their faces.

Putting it mildly, Hammon was still sitting here. Pulling this stunt was clearly disrespecting everyone. It had nothing to do with whether you were drunk or not, you just deserved to be dealt with.

Now Ryan was completely in a state where his anger couldn’t be controlled. Everyone was worried that anger would burn them too.

Seeing Ryan pick up another cigarette, Hammon leaned over and lit it for him, saying: "Go turn off the surveillance!!!"

"Okay!"

Pan didn’t hesitate at all. He himself didn’t like this troublemaking cousin either.

Even without the luxury cars and homes, just the gifts alone were over million. With that kind of generosity, he was no ordinary person.

He pushed Mateo inside, closed the door, and went to turn off the surveillance outside...

"Dressrosa, this bitch... what does she have to do with you? Don’t tell me you slept with her too. Just having fun is one thing, why stick up for her?"

Mateo got a bit anxious and said: "This bitch, she almost got me sent to jail back then. I spent almost half a year in detention and paid so much money. What’s wrong with me saying a few words about her?"

He was really getting anxious. Normally, people his cousin couldn’t even afford to offend, Hammon and Angler, grabbed him from left and right and slammed him face down on the table.

"Don’t use the whiskey bottle, too hard, it’ll give him a quick end. If he passes out there’s nothing fun left!"

Angler smiled sinisterly and said: "Bring a case of beer, the glass bottles are more fragile..."

Clearly they’d done this kind of thing plenty of times before. Ryan shook his head and said softly: "Anna, don’t cause trouble for others. Don’t use any bottles. If it breaks and cuts your hand, it’s my heart that hurts."

"Okay!"

Anna cried beautifully, then without another word began slapping him one after another.

Smack smack sounds rang out. Actually, a girl’s slaps weren’t that strong. Even though it looked fierce, the actual damage was minimal.

But the humiliation was extreme. Mateo shouted loudly: "Bitch, I’ll kill you... damn..."

"Don’t give me a chance, or I won’t just fuck your cunt till it’s ruined, I’ll fuck your asshole open too..."

He cursed incoherently, clearly extremely agitated from the alcohol. The filthy words made Anna even sadder. She wailed, hugged her face, squatted down and cried, not knowing what to do.

"Damn, it’s not like I didn’t pay you back. You... you should be laughing..."

Mateo saw this and laughed triumphantly while stuttering. Ryan said nothing and silently stubbed out his cigarette.